Always There Is Something Worth Saying About

Look, Hasn't My Body Already Felt Like The Body Of A Flower?

And That Is Just The Point... How The World, Moist And Beautiful, Calls To Each Of Us To Make A New And Serious Response. That's The Big Question, The One The World Throws At You Every Morning. "here You Are, Alive. Would You Like To Make A Comment?

I Got Saved By Poetry. And I Got Saved By The Beauty Of The World.

I Was Hurrying Through My Own Soul . . . I Was Leaning Out . . . I Was Listening.

Along With The Differences That Abide In Each Of Us, There Is Also In Each Of Us A Maverick, The Darling Stubborn One Who Won't Listen, Who Insists, Who Chooses Preference Or The Spirited Guess Over Yardsticks Or Even History. I Suspect This Maverick Is Somewhat What The Soul Is, Or At Least That The Soul Lives Close By And Companionably With Its Agitating And Inquiring Force.